Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.